The Myth of the Monte Carlo

Entry 33 – (Live Feed, within the rubble of a confined golden age apartment complex)

Okay, okay. We’ve got to figure this shit out, Leo. I see things going one a’ two ways. Either we can push on into this mess or we can back out up the mountain, flag the ship, and get the hell outta here before we join the dead of this Dead Zone.

//Yes, your powers of deduction would be breathtaking if I had any to give. But seriously, I calculate that making the ‘push into this mess’ is our best option. Given the deteriorated state of your gear matched with your ever-depleting reservoir of ammunition, I personally don’t think we’d make it back up that mountain to our ship.//

You’re right. Don’t know who called us here. Don’t know who shot us down, or if those two who’s are one in the same – we don’t even know the meaning behind that damn beacon that got us into this mess. Its time we find some answers, Leo. Let’s go back to the Courtyard where we got chased by that ‘Lock and her Axion bolts. And keep my Light hot. I’ve got a feeling we’re gonna need the ole Incendiary Blades this afternoon.

//Roger that. Just don’t miss in the ‘heat of the moment’ and hit me with one again. You’ll melt my Sugary Shell!//

(Snorts and laughter)…Just keep my Light lit, Leo. I’m not gonna be able to hit anything if you keep this up – and its like you said; I don’t have much ammo left. We’re gonna need my Blades if we want to solve this mystery. And that’s just what I plan to do.

//Go on, Guardian!//


~Wolfgang Matthews

Post-scripture: This post is a day late, but I blame my Sara. She knows who she is. Anyways, there will be a series of 3 more Entries released from Myth of the Monte Carlo today, as a result, along with the usual Wise Word Winsday post. Looking forward to it because today, along with every other Winsday, is gonna be a good one! Also, wish me luck on Destiny! I might get a chance to have a match vs. the creators/producers of the game! …And don’t worry folks, I didn’t forget about your obvious thirst for more of the amazing music I post. Here’s a little taste. Its few years old, but like all things legendary, it just gets better with time.
Local Natives – Who Knows, Who Cares

In other news..

Can someone from WordPress explain to me how and/or why I have “742” followers via email, says my site? I really don’t believe this number, especially given the fact that my entire site has only had a whole ~650 views. I just don’t understand. Comments on the subject would be truly appreciated.

Tool of Time

A quick haiku for the weekly prompt of ‘Clock’ via Haiku Horizons.


“A Foretold Pharoah

Prophesied to free his kind

Nom, can you help him?”

– Father Time

~ Wolfgang Matthews
Post-scripture: For the folks over at Haiku Horizons, I understand that, in the simplest of terms, this post does not exactly follow the prompt. All the same, in my mind and in the world I’ve created it does follow the prompt. Therefore, I hope that is enough reason for it to not be removed or tagged ‘unrelated’ or something along those lines. Thanks, folks.

A piece of peace

Since the dawn of time, ages of existence have certainly come and gone all across our universe. While I cannot speak for the whole universe, I feel safe in assuming that no matter what corner we wander into, there has, is, and always will be war and strife. There will always be conflict.

On the flip side of the same universal coin, I feel safe in assuming that no matter what pocket we peer into, there has, is, and always will be peace and love. There will always be harmony.

There’s gotta be a catch though right? Well there is. You see, I can’t decide whether its my ignorance in youth or if its the world just progressively turning to shit that gives me these proceeding thoughts. But either way, lastly, I feel safe in assuming that the world we know it is on the verge of change – not the change that happens every day like facial hair growing or the currency exchange rate, and not our day to day feelings or the miniscul, ever-so-minute changes in our Earth’s rotation/revolution – no. I’m talking about the change that comes with the everchanging ages of existence. The big switch, if you will.

I’m talking about a change in our reality and the fabric of humanity’s entire being. Given, the possibilities are endless, both good and bad. The optimist in me is thrilled while the pessimist is a face of spite and smirk.

My glass sits half full for the forward-thinking technological breakthroughs available for the taking here in my own lifetime, let alone my kids and their kids’ lifetimes. Its half full for  1% that just wants the world to get along and do away with money and greed. Its half full because I’m human, yet alien, and my alien eyes can see all the true possibility and potential wrapped within our own fucking human DNA – we can fly faster than sound through a vaccuum. We can paint miracles. We can deduce our own fate through reasoning and logic. We have opposable thumbs for the love of (the) God(s)!

All jokes aside, we as humans are the chosen ones; the race that won the race. We hold our own destiny within our palms as if we’re the God(s) we worship ourselves.

But again, flip the coin, and on the other side lies our less-than-proud characteristics: Murder and wretched genocide through the ages of Man, countless cruelties not even worth a mention in this prized piece of a peaceful prose. Humans are selfish, greedy, maniacal beasts down to the bitter bone, and this is true. Some argue that our innate drive to survive is both our claim to fame through salvation and our self-written warrant to the fiery pits of Hell alike.

Me? I just want a piece of a peace of mind for Posterity. These poor kids haven’t a clue what a mess we’re leaving in our wake. And for the record, just ask yourself, Where do the children play?


~ Wolfgang Matthews

Finding the Dark

Daily Post – Darkness

I’ve grown to fall in love with haiku(s?) as of late; partly due to their simplistic and clean-cut nature, partly for their natural-telling sense of irony or humor or all the other things that make literature and poetry great. Anyways, as a result of my newfound joy, I’m going to end my busy day with a simple post as such. Since the Daily Post prompt is “darkness”, I thought I’d wack two birds with one stone and make the haiku about darkness. Enjoy.

Finding the Dark

Seeking things unknown,

blinded by Material,

spiteful, shiny things.

Answers held below,

we dig into our conscious:

Question everything.

For we are not real,

just materialistic:

Shades of existence.

Programmed from Day 1,

we love to spend our money:

Shine for attention.

Close your eyes with me,

ask yourself, are you happy?

Let the truth sink in.


~ Wolfgang Matthews

Post-scripture: the flavor of the week. link will take ya’s to youtube, per usual.
Baby Missiles by The War on Drugs

Wise Words Winsday #2 – Be

Today’s word of the wise from none other than yours truly is a simple one, yet with difficult passage. Today, I want to talk about “be” and how absolutely crucial it is to truly understand the imposing message and meaning behind a word so opposingly small. Without further adieu, lettuce begin, shall we?


Here’s our World’s definition of “be”:

Be – verb

  1. exist.synonyms: exist, have being, have existence, live, be alive, breathe, have extent
  2. occur; take place.synonyms: occur, happen, take place, arise, transpire, fallmaterialize, ensue, befall, betide


In my less-than-professional opinion, the definition above doesn’t do our Winsday Wise Word justice. Simply existing isn’t enough to be. Nope, not for me. My reasoning is somewhat similar to what I was getting at when I begin this blog with Breaking the Ice. My reasoning to live, or exist, or have being comes from something much deeper than simply “occuring” or “taking place”in some instance in time.

Sure, we’re not really significant in the big picture of things. Our measly little ~100 years of life doesn’t amount to much on the grand scale of Time itself. But I’ll be damned if I allow such a reasonable, realistic, yet terribly narcissistic thought like that influence how I choose to live my life.

Do you understand? At the end of the day, it really doesn’t matter what we think about ourselves or what our destiny might be. What really matters are the lives by which our own lives affect and the butterfly effects of which said effected lives choose to inflict on others, including the effects inflicted back upon us. What really makes our lives worth living is the impact we have on those around us – Our parents, our peers, our children. Even our co-workers and pets and such. And to have an impact, one cannot simply “exist” or “take place”, oh no, and that is a FACT.

Do you understand?! At the end of the week, it really doesn’t matter how tired and exhausted we are. What really matters is whether or not we did our best at our craft, even if our day job isn’t our true love or joy in life, because being stuck doing something we might not want to do in the morning isn’t an excuse to keep us from our true craft and passion at night. Yes, what really matters is the effort(s) in life by which we choose to put forth on a day-to-day basis throughout the week. We have no right to complain about our day job if we’re not actively doing something, ANYTHING, outside of that day job in an attempt to progress in life and change it. This is as much a FACT as our lack of the right to believe in (a) God(s) if we can’t even sustain the spine to believe in ourselves first and foremost – but those words, like so many other words, are words for another day.

DO YOU UNDERSTAND?! At the end of the year, it really does not matter how much money we made or what car we bought or didn’t buy or what version of iPhone is currently on the market/mind. What really matters is the progress we achieved in comparison to the year prior. What really matters is whether or not we’re continually growing as a person – day by day, week by week, and year by year – because if we can’t manage growth within ourselves, I don’t find it easy to promote growth within others, you know, those parts-of-life we use to surpass the hump. It all comes around full circle my friend, and that too, is a FACT my undisclosed readers. That is a fucking FACT.

I truly hope you’re beginning to understand.

For at the end of our lives, it really does not fucking matter how we feel about it. Its all of those parents and peers and all the other parts-of-life and their feelings and thoughts on how we lived our lives as we finally were able to surpass the hump that really matters. Its whether or not we went out and lived and learned and loved  and created something, be it with our own two hands or with our sex organ and the unconditional love of a significant other (or lack thereof) that really matters. Its whether or not we woke up this morning and chose to believe in ourselves – that really matters. And that, as always, will be a FACT.

~ Wolfgang Matthews

The Myth of the Monte Carlo

Entry 7 – Leo, run the reel. This is vital information. Cayde and the rest of The Tower will want to hear it.

“This is O’Shaughnessy-16, Gungslinger/Vanguard student to Cayde-6. It is now 0700 hours Local.

Got a very strange set of occurances to report:

     My Ghost answered an unmarked distress call at 0300 hours Local, thought I might have a chance at getting the jump on some other Pirates to a loot n’ boot. Upon landing, I summoned my Sparrow and didn’t make it but a mile towards the call before she was shot right out from under my ass. Oddly, I was left untouched. Upon a quick reconnaissance, I confirmed the one who shot me down is clearly watching me and wanted me to answer that distress call. So I made my way after deciding it was obvious that this wasn’t a routine loot n’ boot.

     The path led me to a beeping beacon deep within the European Dead Zone, ’bout 60 miles outside of that area dubbed ‘Widow’s Court’ – word among the Guardians is Shaxx wants to turn it into a location for Crucible warfare – Either way, nobody’s gonna be playing their little training games down in that valley anytime soon. There’s something going on down there. The beacon I found sits up here on the face of a mountain, hidden deep under a collection of rockfall. My guess is that is was both moved, activated, and placed here in its new locale under these rocks by the same person that shot my Sparrow down, but honestly I have notta clue what’s going on. If someone took the time to move this damn beacon, why not just turn the thing off altogether… Something ain’t right, that’s for sure. 

     So, like I said ’bout 60 miles down into the valley sits Widow’s Court. It was approaching dawn when I arrived to the beacon, so it was still dark enough to see a collection of balls of bright, blue light gathered outside of a tall Castle, huddled within a Courtyard. Never seen anything like it. 

     Well I was sitting up and watching those light-balls from upon my mountain ridge for a little over two hours. Even from a distance and without a scoped weapon to spy with, I could tell that something strange was going on. 

     After the sun rose, the balls of light naturally disappeared along with whatever was producing them. Poof, gone. My guess is that whomever left that beacon where they left it wanted me to see what I was put here to see. And I saw.

     Only thing left to do now is investigate. I’m going to head down the valley and take a look around the Courtyard. Status pending, O’Shaughnessy-16 out.”

Alright Leo. That should do it. Hopefully we can get some support by the time its needed. Let’s go.

//Ok, Guardian! For the record, your Sparrow is repaired and ready for use. Would you like to give it another go?//

No, no. I don’t think time is our enemy today, big guy. I’ve got a feeling we’re going to be here for awhile. Might as well enjoy the view – before the real work begins.


~ Wolfgang Matthews

Post-scripture: Here’s some rather neat Guardian/Destiny fan art. Maybe it’ll interest those unaware of the world of Destiny.

Awesome Gunslinger

A Hunter

Destiny Tattoos?

Autonomous Antinomy of Waves- Daily Prompt in Haiku

Daily Post of Autonomy


Haiku Horizons Weekly Post of Wave

I’ve been incredibly busy over the last few days with this, that, and the other thing. Furthermore, its America Day (which is COMPLETELY daft in my mind; and we’ll discuss this on another day, Old America. You’re not getting out of being punished by Wolfgang via wordplay for all of the heinous acts of genocide by which you so tolerantly committed.), and I’ve picked up extra hours at work as a result due to being paid Holiday Hours. Nonetheless, and its no excuse but, I’ve not had time to do a solid post in quite awhile. Since Winsday Wise Words, honestly. So I’m ready to write a bunch of shit only a handful of people on Earth truly even care to read, let alone end up reading anyways. Although said post of amazingness and great length shall not come today, I do have a haiku to drop instead.

But first: I follow a few really neat, motivating blogs within WordPress here that give you ideas of what to write for the day if you’re set on putting at least SOMETHING down daily so as to improve upon your writing craft without allowing yourself to slack. I’m am certainly one of such writers. Anyways, the two blogs aforementioned are The Daily Post and Haiku Horizons. Feel free to just click the names if you’d like to be linked to the respective blogs for a quick looksie. Not only do the prompts themselves motivate and/or assist your writing practice, but the posts people reply to said prompts with are endless pools of knowledge and examples in what it takes to be a writer. There are all kinds of responses that do wonders in catalyzing that Thinking Noodle, helping to get outside the Box of Boring and cooked right into a big bowl of Super Writing Soup !

Anyways, here’s the Daily Post in Haiku form. I hope you enjoy, folks.

Autonomous Antinomy of Waves

The Wave is the slave

The people are the victims

The moon is guilty.

~ Wolfgang Matthews

Post-scripture: Here’s a song for those intrigued by my taste in music and too afraid to tell me and/or admit it out of sheer too-cool-ness or something along those bizarre, blurred lines. By the by, the band to be displayed below is a band with a bass player that goes by the name of none other than “THE Ryan “Goodface” Gosling”. Truly though, Mr. Gooseling plays the keys and a few other instruments from track to track, and even is the featured vocalist on the track to be shared below. Great music, guys. They even feature this children’s orchestra throughout the album and its solid gold. I would swear to it by the beat of the drum.
Dead Man’s Bones – Lose Your Soul
Post-post-scripture: I love you, Momma. I know you’re out there reading my posts as I progress through time. You’re my hero and my main motivation. It is known.

(The) Path of Survival, Draft #2

“NOW this is the Path of Survival; A Path forlorn; born from within.
Dost matter not what path unravels;  dost matter not where it begins.

To fringes of Faulan, to Oceans Untold; the Path of Survival forever unfolds –
Now this is the Path of Survival hereon; survive and let die ‘fore the Path is foregone.



Trust in the Sun and the Moons in the sky; for they will stay true to the temporal eye.
Trust in yourself for the self cannot lie to the self if the self is Oneself with their Eye.

Doubt every reason to doubt where you go; survive in the eye of the storm as it grows.
Doubt every answer to all questions asked; but doubt not a step while treading the Path.



~ Wolfgang Matthews